Chapter 1
“Malfoy, I swear to God, Merlin, Minerva McGonagall, and everyone you find holy… I’m going to Avada you. How hard is it to send an owl or even pick up a phone?! Why am I walking into my office to DRAGONS?! Malfoy, dragons.” The last word was thrown in Draco Malfoy’s face in a whispered hiss.
Hermione Granger burst into his office without even a knock. Her hair sparking from either pure rage or the dragons that she just barely escaped from who were currently using her office as a bedroom.
This was just so typical of Malfoy. He left a dozen Nifflers in her office over a weekend and they snagged her favorite gold fountain pen amongst anything of value they could find. Most was returned but she forced Malfoy to buy a new gold pen when hers was left unaccounted for. Another time 54 Billywigs buzzed about her office and she had to spend her entire work day against the ceiling after being stung.
“Granger, they were babies.” He said calmly, eyes traveling from her hair to her shoes. They were orange today.
“Babies or not they still have taken over my office. They almost set Otis on fire! And who knows what they have destroyed already!”
He stood calmly and smiled at her. Today he wore a charcoal grey muggle suit over a light blue button up shirt. His cell phone was in his hand when he said “I don't have a phone to call you and no time to send an owl. But I promise to try.”
Then he smiled. Draco Malfoy had a smile that could make Hermione’s blood boil and her knees weak all at the same time.
“It’s in your bloody hand! If you don’t call me next time and put in the proper paperwork… I mean it, I’ll Avad-” she was leaning over his desk and close to yelling.
“I never pictured you as an Avada type person,”
“You’re right, Malfoy. I’m more of a straddle you and wrap my hands around your neck type but I think you would like that a little too much,” She smoothed out her own teal colored pantsuit and flashed Malfoy a smirk.
“Marry me, Granger.” He said to her back as she walked to the door of his office.
Hermione picked up her bright orange bag and placed Otis, the Bowtruckle inside.
“In your dreams.” She tossed over her shoulder and slammed the door on her way out.